yep, that’s how i feel about monday. i haaaate getting up in general, but mondays are just the worst. thanks to everyone who’s been commenting on my blog. i feel loved from all the way across the pacific…or atlantic…or whatever. you know what i mean. i’ve been feeling lonely lately, but i think that’s just pms talking.
i missed the kiwi’s triathalon on sunday. i feel so bad. i woke up at 4am with the headache from hell and couldn’t get out of bed. it was better by about noon and we had a few people over for a barbecue. i soldiered on and had some wine and beer before going to bed at eight.
remnants of the headache are still lurking so i’m going home at noon to sleep the rest of it off and hopefully i’ll be right as rain tomorrow. after watching about a million episodes of House, i’m almost convinced i have lupus but the Brit told me not worry because even on House, it never ends up being lupus, and if i did die, he’d finish my jigsaw puzzle for me. (how sweet is he?)
they’ll be airing the new season of american idol soon here in australia – i saw an advert for it the other day and i had to try very hard to contain my excitement. i don’t think i did a very good job because i caught the brit and the kiwi rolling their eyes. man, a girl’s gotta have something to look forward to especially since project runway just finished. i don’t admit to anyone at work that i watch it…unless they say they watch it too.
we went to the met opera telecast on saturday at the cinema. our bingo card i think was almost filled up but (amazingly) i was not grouchy that morning and quite excited to go. the old people were super cranky. shushing people around them, complaining about how dark it was (umm, it’s a movie theatre), and other weird things.
okay, gotta go. ’till tomorrow my loves.
x
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